1. My New Life 4: The Heartfelt Truth


    Date: 7/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Male/Female, Romance, Author: Junkwithgravy, Rating: 92.1, Source: sexstories.com

    It was clear that Clara was quite annoyed by his presence when she quite loudly exclaimed, “Leave me alone Paul!” “Aw, c’mon sugar tits,” the man, Paul, said. His words were slightly slurred, probably from too much alcohol. “You know you and me were always meant to be. Why fight the inevitable?” “Seriously?” Clara asked. “You and me? What the hell ever made you think that? As to why I’d fight you, you’re the reason I had to leave my last job!” By this point I’d finally made it to the table. “Everything alright here?” I asked. The look on Clara’s face was a mixture of relief and worry. “Oh thank God,” she breathed a sigh of relief, “Can you tell this asshole to-” “Whadda you want?” Paul’s words once again came out slurred, and the overwhelming smell of alcohol on his breath assaulted my nose. “Can’t you see I’m with my girl?” “She’s not your girl.” “Oh yeah?” It seemed like Paul could barely stand let alone walk. “Lemme tell you somethin’. This bitch and I go way back.” “Then you’d better back away,” I said coolly. “Clara’s my girlfriend, and I won’t have anyone calling her a ‘bitch.’ How do you know my girlfriend?” “He was one of the employees at my last job.” Clara answered before Paul could. “And let me guess,” I said as I angrily looked Paul in the eye. “You weren’t one of the douchebags who was too cowardly to step in and stop others from harassing her. No, you were one of the assholes that didn’t know how to respect women.” “I was ‘er boyfriend.” It was an obvious ...
    lie. There was no scenario that I could imagine that Clara would even consider going out with a man who was so blatantly chauvinistic. “Her boyfriend?” I scoffed. “I don’t believe you. There’s no way a girl like Clara would even think about dating an asshole like you. Now, get out of here.” “You can’t make me leave,” Paul stepped closer. “This's a public bar and you don’t have the authority to make me.” He grabbed my arm and tried to twist it, but I was taller, heavier, and stronger than him. He tried to turn me around and get my arm behind my back, but all he ended up doing was losing his balance and falling to the floor. At this point the staff took notice of what was going on. I saw a waitress hurry into the kitchen before returning with two cooks. Paul struggled to get to his feet. “Don’t make me tell you again. Leave!” I shouted. “Go fuck yourself, prick!” he shouted furiously, spittle flying from the corners his mouth. Shit, this guy legitimately had me scared, but I did my best not to let it show. “You call your ‘girlfriend’ a bitch, you tell a man you don’t even know to go fuck himself, and you’re drunk off your ass. Just go the hell home!" I said, still shouting. By the time Paul finally managed to stagger to his feet, the three staff members had finally arrived at the table. The cooks grabbed Paul by the shoulders and essentially dragged him to front door. The waitress turned to us and began apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry to both of you. We normally don’t have ...
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